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Chapter Eleven: War of the Roses
"Sweetie, can you restock the chips?" Rachel asked as she wrapped her arms around the blonde's waist and rested her cheek against Quinn's back.
"Course, baby. Have you eaten? Can I get you something else to drink?" Quinn asked as she laced her fingers with Rachel's before turning around to surround the girl with her arms.
"I'm fine, thank you. Are you okay? Is there anything else I can do for you?" Rachel asked with her big eyes, tightening her hold around Quinn's waist as she looked up at the girl.
Quinn leaned down to touch her forehead to Rachel's as she draped her arms around the diva's neck. "Just keep looking breathtaking and I'll be fine."
"You are the absolute best, do you know that?" Rachel whispered back as her eyes locked with Quinn's.
"You make it easy, Rach." The blonde breathed out against Rachel's lips.
"May I have a kiss now from my gorgeous fiancé?" Rachel asked with an impish smile.
Quinn's eyebrow rose. "Just one?" She breathed out.
"One for now, one for the road, and many more later tonight after our guests leave." Rachel stressed as she closed her eyes and waited for the blonde's lips.
"That sounds verypromising." Quinn answered in a hushed voice as she erased the distance. It was a soft slide of lips, intimate, but not too passionate. Regardless, both Quinn and Rachel reveled in the contact. They forgot to breathe as Quinn took Rachel's bottom lip between her own and sucked lightly before merely brushing their mouths once again tenderly.
Beside them, the sound of awwws and squeals could be heard. "You two are just precious!" Rachel's friend Jennifer from Julliard gushed as she watched the couple kiss several times before Quinn smiled down at the diva and took off for the kitchen.
"Thank you, Jen." Rachel replied with a shy smile and a sigh as she blushed. "I'm so lucky to have Quinn." The diva allowed one more wistful grin before she hurriedly took off to check on the ice. Jen turned to Rachel's other friend from Julliard, Tyler, and began discussing their plans over Christmas break. Because they were so deep in conversation, they completely missed Jesse, Lydia, and Jeremy's horrified faces and complete puzzlement over the scene they had just witnessed.
"I feel nauseated." Jesse breathed out with hand against his stomach as he watched Quinn bustle around the kitchen, getting more dip before checking on different entrées she had laid out on the counters, quietly simmering, between conversations with different guests.
"I have never witnessed two people be more boring and disgusting before in my life." Lydia mumbled, her eyes on the diva as she worked the room; she was currently talking to Matt Rutherford about Sundance as different people approached to look at Rachel's engagement ring.
"Well I think they're moments away from throwing down on the floor." Jeremy observed as he bit into a carrot stick. Jesse abruptly turned to the other boy and smiled.
"Care to make a wager on just when they'll give in?" Jesse asked with his eyebrow perched menacingly.
"Oh, I'm in." Lydia stated as she whipped out her wallet.
"Fifty says they won't make it to the wedding." Jeremy mumbled to Jesse and Lydia. He and Quinn spoke earlier that day and he felt he got some insiders' intell. Quinn made it perfectly clear to the boy that she was going to do everything in her power to have Rachel crack before the wedding. It was important to the blonde that she and Rachel admit their feelings to one another so they could go into their futures completely honest as wife and wife.
"Fifty sounds good to me, but I gotta say they're doing it in a month tops." Lydia whispered as she watched Jesse scribble down the terms on a cocktail napkin. She felt fairly confident she knew what was up. Two days ago, Quinn was practically crying she was so sexual frustrated. The blonde was pacing back and forth at Lydia's apartment, going on and on about how her and Rachel's constant fighting was akin to tortuous foreplay.
"I'll see your fifty," Jesse began with a grin. "And I'll raise you a further fifty they don't crack until after the wedding." Jesse knew he had the advantage. He used to date Rachel. He saw how Quinn acted during high school. And he had separate and joint conversations with the couple on their feelings and views on the entire situation. Rachel was still vehemently denying her emotions where Quinn was concerned. And Quinn had made it quite plain that she wasn't going to admit to anything until Rachel A). "Realized how incredibly amazing of a fiancé I have been for the last year and a half—putting up with her diva-like behavior—and that I'm worthy enough to make a leap of faith and cop to her insanely strong feelings of love and animalistic-like lust."; and/or B). "Understands that I am not going anywhere—I'm not a Finn, a Jesse, or a Shelby—and that I truly want her in my life."
Everyone in the know was beyond frustrated with Rachel. The diva often used high-school-Quinn against the blonde in her arguments, stressing that although Quinn had been amazing over the last year and a half, she was just acting that way because she wanted security from Rachel; the same old manipulative Cheerio doing whatever she needed to do to get ahead. As far as the Jesse knew, Rachel had never actually come out and said those things to Quinn, but if that's what she believed, Jesse understood that it was going to take time for Rachel to see otherwise.
Sometimes he thought that Rachel was just using those arguments out of fear, terrified that once she admitted, out loud, that her feelings ran very deep, she'd be heartbroken and humiliated once again if their relationship were to ever end. Quinn filled in the blanks for him. Of course he hadn't been around for the aftermath of the "egging episode" but the blonde made it clear that, although Rachel had been sad, the thing that hurt the most was that everyone had seen it coming except for the diva. She had gotten a lot of "I told you so's" from the gleeks. She had mostly been angry and mortified.
Finn's constant back and forth had Rachel seriously doubting herself. Using her when he was with Quinn. Dumping her for Santana and Brittany. Ending it over something as stupid as kissing Puck when it was clear she never had feelings for the badboy. Going after Quinn so soon after their break up. Dismissing Rachel regularly and making her feel so much lower than the blonde. Getting back together with her—as far as Rachel was concerned—when it seemed Quinn's feelings for him were not genuine. Constantly nitpicking everything Rachel did, or liked, or said. Taking her virginity—he had made it somewhat special—but still acting like he was doing Rachel a favor by dating the diva. And the final nail on the coffin: cheating on her repeatedly when it was clear he would be going away to college and then dumping her unceremoniously with the bullshit excuse of "distance."
Shelby was another story. One Rachel didn't talk about. But Jesse—and more through Quinn's opinions—understood that Rachel's birth mother's rejection was just reiterating what the diva had grown to think: liking Rachel came with a shelf-life. She was expendable. She was merely to be tolerated, not loved.
Quinn's admission to the lie most certainly did not help.
In Jesse's opinion, the wedding was a tricky matter. Either it would prove to Rachel that Quinn was legit—around for the long-haul—or just further cement the diva's feelings that Quinn was only after a secure future and she'd lie and manipulate to get it.
Don't get him wrong, Jesse could see where Rachel was coming from—he had read about feelings, after all—but he sometimes wanted to pull his hair out over her complete obliviousness.
Like right at that moment, how could Rachel not see the unadorned expression of absolute love that Quinn was wearing as she watched the diva talk amongst Matt and his friends? Jesse was pretty sure that the casserole of food the blonde was holding was scalding hot yet, Quinn just held it as she stared at Rachel.
"Are you sure you want to take that bet, St. James? I'd hate to take your big, fancy Broadway money away from you?" Lydia mocked. The wedding date was still up in the air so Jesse had to pause to consider. If either A Date a Month or Which of You, I Love got into Sundance, or—hopefully—both, the wedding wouldn't occur until after the film festival; most likely late June. That was six months from then and a lot could happen in six months. But he also knew that in that time, Rachel had a major Broadway show to prepare for and then, of course, Sundance itself. Wedding planning was ridiculously stressful—it would be hard to contend with all of that and deal with one's feelings.
He felt very confident. "I'd be more concerned with how you intend to score your drug money when you both lose so spectacularly. Why don't you worry about that, Lydia, and leave the big thinking to me." He mumbled as he leaned against the kitchen table.
"I'd tell you I hate you, but I'm pretty sure you get that all the time and I'd hate to be the one that makes you cry in your merlot, St. James." Lydia muttered casually. Jesse swirled the wine in his glass and gave her a big smile.
"Please do not be concerned, Lydia; I only accept criticism from people who matter." The pair bickered back and forth as Jeremy happily munched away on the platter of vegetables, oblivious to the argument going on beside him. He was more concerned with how he was going to push Quinn and Rachel together. He liked Quinn. She was good with the dogs she walked and she was always so funny; although, he had to admit that it was probably more the weed than Quinn. But he could tell that all that the blonde needed was just someone who really loved her. And that was Rachel.
Rachel wasn't dumb like Quinn's other exes—he had heard the terrible stories. The diva made Quinn smile; something the blonde rarely did. And Rachel seemed to lessen the weight on Quinn's shoulders—she never spoke about her past, but it was clear there was a lot about Quinn that made her grow up very quickly. Rachel's child-like exuberance yet, extreme intelligence paired with fierce determination was the perfect combo for Quinn. So Jeremy had massive plans as to how he would push them together and win the bet. He'd set it into effect as soon as he smoked the blunt in his pocket—it was going to be hard to eat all that vegan food if he wasn't stoned.
Jeremy wasn't alone. Both Lydia and Jesse were of like minds—get Rachel and Quinn together. Throughout the week, it wasn't uncommon to walk into the pair's apartment to find them arguing over something petty. "Rachel! For the last time; hang up your freaking wet towels!"
Or…
"Quinn Fabray, I swear on my entire collection of Broadway memorabilia, if you so much as look in my direction while we cross the street, I'll push you in front of the nearest taxi! I do not need a bodyguard to get around!"
Usually the fighting would stop as soon as Jesse, Lydia, or Jeremy made their presence known. Then they would act like a completely different couple. For instance, the three sat on the kitchen counter as they watched Quinn and Rachel prepare for the engagement party with dumbfounded looks on their faces.
"Rachel, can you mince the rosemary while I chop the mushrooms for the vinaigrette, please?"
"Of course, Quinn." Rachel answered absentmindedly as she got her cutting board ready. "How do I mince again?" She pouted up at Quinn with her eyebrows knitted. The blonde dried her hands on a towel and stepped behind the diva and took her hands in her own.
"First, what you want to do is…"
Jesse, Lydia, and Jeremy watched on as Quinn patiently showed Rachel to mince before she moved on to displaying the proper way to chop up the mushrooms. Rachel was very attentive and listened closely. As the engagement party drew closer, the couple danced around each other in the kitchen as they put the finishing touches on all of the food—working seamlessly with little to no conversation.
"Rach, can you-"
"Got it." Rachel declared as she opened the oven. "Quinn, pass me the-"
"Here you go." Quinn mumbled as she opened the oven mitts for Rachel to place her hands in.
As they worked, it was difficult to remember that when the three had arrived earlier that evening, Rachel was screaming at Quinn to stop rearranging everything in the apartment for the millionth time. The blonde yelled right back at Rachel and barked at the diva to worry about getting ready; the diva was still in Quinn's t-shirt and shorts and not her party dress.
And then, once again, their attitude towards each other shifted when the first guest arrived. Suddenly, they were the perfect couple; fawning all over each other, speaking sweetly; affectionate and considerate. It would have been disconcerting if it weren't so obvious that they were finally acting naturally. The fights they shared all week were mostly due in part because they were just so crazy about each other and unable to show it properly. So they fought. They were high school Rachel and Quinn.
When Jesse, Jeremy, or Lydia was around, they were best friends. They shared inside jokes, made each other laugh, and were very thoughtful of one another. And if they were in the company of strangers, or people who didn't know that their relationship was a lie, they were almost too affectionate. Too sweet. Almost too in love. Like they were making up for lost time. And they were.
Their fight earlier that week on Monday had been the beginning. By Tuesday, the gloves officially came off…
Tuesday morning arrived at six, just like it always did for Rachel Berry. She stretched and groaned before she flung herself out of bed with a smile and bright eyes. Today would be the first day she'd be meeting with Ainsley about her new Broadway play. Rachel Berry's new Broadway play.
Still nestled in bed was a head of blonde hair and the soft rise and fall of Quinn's chest. Rachel smiled at the scene, happy that the blonde was still asleep. Quinn hadn't arrived home until very late the previous night, her meeting with Jesse and Thomas, supposedly, ended with lots of drinks—none of which Quinn took part in—and a lot of back slapping when Jesse signed on the dotted line. He would be leaving for Europe that coming weekend, just a day after Rachel and Quinn's engagement party.
Rachel had already been asleep by the time Quinn got home, so it was nice to wake up next to the blonde…okay, it was nice to wake up holding the blonde. It was an unconscious thing that always seemed to happen. Rachel would fall asleep in pale arms and wake up with her face inhaling the sweet scent of blonde hair.
While the diva pumped away on her elliptical, she thought of everything she needed to do. The engagement party still needed planning, but Rachel honestly couldn't spend another day in the apartment. Technically, Ainsley and Rachel weren't supposed to meet until the following week. But in Quinn's absence the night before, Rachel spent her time memorizing lines and drawing up a list of questions about the screenplay. She had called Ainsley and practically begged him to meet with her. After his laughter finally died down, they had planned on meeting to discuss everything.
Rachel finished off her workout and made her way to the bathroom with a furrowed brow; Quinn wasn't up yet. That was unusual. She did have a late night…perhaps a few more minutes of sleep is needed. Rachel thought. She peeled off her workout attire and jumped into the lukewarm shower while she kept a running checklist of everything she wished to discuss with Ainsley.
It was ten of eight when Rachel stood beside her and Quinn's bed, a puzzled expression on her face, and hands on her hips. Quinn was still asleep. The diva glanced at her alarm clock as her stomach rumbled in hunger and realized that she had maybe a half an hour to play with before she was late meeting Ainsley. That meant that Quinn would need to get up right away, make something really quickly, and Rachel would need to throw it down her throat before she dashed off for the meeting.
"Quinn?" Rachel whispered as she nudged the blonde's shoulder. No response. "Quinn?" The diva tried again, this time a little louder. Quinn grunted a little but did not appear out from under the covers. "Quinn? Are you awake?"
"No." Came the raspy reply. Rachel frowned and put her hands back on her hips.
"Quinn, if I don't eat breakfast soon I'll be late for my meeting." Rachel stated as she tapped her foot.
There was a momentary pause and then the blonde rolled over to peak out from under her blanket. She blinked a few times as she stared at the alarm clock before she rolled back over again, disappearing under the comforter. "Then I guess you better make it fast, huh?" Quinn mumbled.
Rachel's mouth dropped open as she blanched. Not a second later, Quinn's breathing evened out and the diva realized she was not going to get anywhere with the blonde. "Fine." Rachel said out loud. "I'll just make it myself." The diva stormed out of the bedroom and spent the next fifteen minutes making a mess out of the kitchen before she finally gave up and grabbed a muffin to eat on her way.
Under the covers, still in bed, Quinn chuckled happily to herself before she sighed contentedly and dropped back off to sleep, thoughts of Rachel's failed breakfast attempts and the loud cursing she had heard coming from the kitchen still playing in her head.
Later that day, Rachel had come home to find the mess she had made still lying about and a note from the blonde telling Rachel she'd be home later and to order take-out. Rachel mumbled irritably under her breath while she washed the dishes, upset that she'd be spending another night alone.
On Wednesday, Quinn decided it would be fun to push Rachel's buttons a little more…
Rachel was still beaming as the taxi dropped her off in front of her apartment. The meeting with Ainsley had gone exceptionally well that day, much like it had the day before. The story of he and Charlene's love was epic; the fact that it was a true story, only made it that much more awe-inducing.
Ainsley Swaine and Charlene O'Connell had met when they were nine and eight respectively. They grew up in the same neighborhood but didn't attend school with one another because Ainsley's family had been too poor to send him to Catholic school. They had met because he was the O'Connell's paperboy.
Charlene was one of six and Ainsley would start and end each day at the O'Connell's with the excuse that he wanted to hang out with Charlene's big brother Jim. But mostly, he just really liked annoying Charlene.
At sixteen, Charlene finally accepted Ainsley's invitation for a date. By their late teens, they were madly in love and planning for their future. Not long after that, Ainsley's birthday was called and he was shipped to Vietnam for the war. But of course, in great old love fashion, they had spent one memorable night together before he left.
To this day, Ainsley still regrets not immediately dropping down to one knee and proposing when Charlene told him she was pregnant. But in his defense, his head was a little messed up because of the war. But five kids and over forty years later, she eventually forgave him.
On paper, it's the most romantic of romantic love stories. Young love, war, Catholic parents trying to break them apart, an eventual happy ending…all stuff of a legendary romance. But what makes their story unique is that fact that it's true, they have lasted, they made a boat-full of money along the way, and that they did it all while laughing.
It amazed Rachel that Ainsley and Charlene could joke like they did. They were two regular people with such an irregular story that often times when Rachel would read over the play, she'd forget that the story was true and all the events were real.
She was so lost in her world of love and the satisfaction from the meeting, that she didn't immediately register the unusual music that was playing as she entered the apartment. "Honey, I'm hoooh my, God." Rachel's bag slipped from her grasp as she stared at the state of her apartment.
"Oh hey, Rach." Quinn greeted with a smile. But Rachel was frozen in the doorway as Rudolf the Red-Nosed Reindeer filled the silence. The blonde hid her smile by turning back towards the Christmas tree to hang another ornament. She was nearly done. Colored lights ran the span of the apartment thumb-tacked to the walls, Christmas candles donned most of the surfaces with holly and greens mixed in, pictures of Santa, his reindeer, and snowmen were taped to walls and doors, and in the back corner, carefully placed around Rachel's elliptical, was a rather large plastic replica of the nativity. "I'm glad you're home. I was saving the star for you." Quinn replied with a sickeningly sweet smile as she stood to face the stunned diva.
Rachel gaped and stuttered as her wide eyes looked around the apartment. She had never seen such a display before. The previous year, Christmas had been skipped. The pair had watched movies and ate Chinese food. Quinn hadn't particularly minded that they had skipped over Christmas; she hadn't had a real holiday in quite some time, and it was an entertaining enough night.
But now that the truth was out in the opening—read: she wasn't converting to Judaism for Rachel—Quinn couldn't help but push Rachel's buttons. In the Fabray house, decorations had been understated. Candles in the windows and white lights around the tall tree—nothing more. Judy Fabray said that colored lights were trashy. Russell said that too many decorations were classless. Frannie Fabray thought Santa Claus was a petty criminal— breaking and entering. No one bothered to ask Quinn. In truth, she kind of had to agree with her family. But it didn't stop her from decorating the apartment as though Santa vomited up an elf.
The subject of Rachel Berry had Quinn Fabray seriously conflicted. At any given moment, the blonde could be found deep in thought trying to come up with ways to make the diva admit how she felt. Other times, Quinn was seconds away from ripping Rachel's hair out for not admitting her feelings. In the in-between times, Quinn was almost certain that all she needed to do was continue on the path she had already started—standing silently beside Rachel until the time was right.
All the Quinns were at war. She'd snapped at Rachel one moment, be sweet the next, only to turn around and stand her ground—to just be the perfect friend. There was a lot going on in the blonde's head. So instead of listening to one, Quinn Fabray just decided to let all the Quinns loose and see what happened. She had thought it the perfect plan as she shopped for the Christmas decorations at the dollar store.
Rachel swallowed down the litany of colorful phrases that bubbled up from deep within and forced a smile on her face. "I see you've had a busy day." The diva said as she picked her bag up and strode in to the bedroom. She truly had no problem with Quinn celebrating Christmas. No problem at all. It was just a little disconcerting that the blonde hadn't so much as said "God, bless you" in the last year and a half and suddenly she was a Christmas worshipper again.
"I just figured with Christmas in two days, I'd better get a move on things." Quinn grinned as she followed the diva into the kitchen. Quinn smiled over Rachel's shoulder as the diva stood frozen in the kitchen archway. Every single counter surface was covered in Christmas cookies.
"You've been really busy." Rachel said with a choked laugh.
"I know that I'm not the best baker in the world, but I could hardly resist." Quinn grinned before she picked up a cookie and nibbled on it with a smile.
Rachel nodded slowly, still in a daze, and went to pick up a cookie. "Aw, sorry, Rach, they're not vegan."
"Oh." Rachel said as she swallowed down her hurt. Quinn felt guilty about it, but she really did hate baking and if she was going to make Christmas cookies, she wanted to do it right. When Rachel turned her back to retreat to the bedroom, however, Quinn quickly tossed the cookie she had been nibbling on.
In all honesty, the previous evening Quinn had decided that she would give up her vegan ways. She treated herself to a bacon cheeseburger when she went out with Ainsley and Jesse. The blonde later considered that she should have, perhaps, started a little slower. Because later that night she had been violently ill; her body wasn't exactly used to meat and cheese. The Christmas cookies were merely for show. She was planning to give all of them away. Rachel didn't need to know that she had only been non-vegan for the length of a bacon cheeseburger. And that could hardly count because…well…she had been violently ill.
Thursday was even more interesting. Neither girl had anywhere to be so they decided they'd sit down and hash out their engagement party.
They sat on the couch as they "brainstormed," but both were actually only thinking about the girl next to them.
Why the hell isn't she just confronting me? I'm making a million changes and she hasn't said one freaking thing!
We no longer clean, cook, or cater to her. We're suddenly not vegan...so she thinks. We decorated for Christmas…still nothing!
All she has to do is open that sexy mouth of hers and say something, we fight it out, she admits her feelings…presto change-o, we're happy and in love!
Rachel was at the other end of the couch, lightly tapping her pen on her notebook as her mind whirled.
I can't believe so much has changed.
Did you really expect her to take care of you for forever?
It's not that…it's just what all the changes mean. She was doing all that stuff just to make me believe her lie…every little change she has made it just a reminder of the truth.
This went on for nearly an hour. Both of them just in their silent little worlds of miscommunication until finally Rachel realized how much time had passed. "Perhaps were should get started?"
"Oh! Um…right." Quinn said with a start when she saw the time. She sat up a little on the couch. "So I guess food is a good place to star-"
"Did you ever love Finn?" Quinn's eyebrows shot up at the question, completely caught off-guard; the F word was rarely ever mentioned.
"Oookay, where did that come from?" Quinn asked with a smile.
"I was just wondering." Rachel answered in a daze. She had been thinking a lot about it since the truth came out.
"No, never." Quinn answered as she slid her legs up on the couch. "You?" The blonde bit her lip nervously. Finn Hudson wasn't a threat to her, she just really didn't want to hear Rachel say she had when the diva wouldn't admit to her feelings for Quinn.
"I don't think so. No." Rachel said slowly. "It's just…"
"It's just what?" Quinn asked softly.
Rachel looked up and smiled before she chuckled. "Do you remember that day…"
Another hour passed. Quinn was lying on the couch tossing grapes up in the air for Rachel to catch.
"I find it resoundingly ridiculous that you spent so much time plotting and planning." Rachel grinned as she hovered over Quinn. The blonde was shaking with laughter with a bowel full of grapes on her stomach.
"I missed my calling in the CIA." Quinn mumbled as she wiped away her tears.
"And you would have gotten away with it if you weren't such a bitch to Finn." Rachel chuckled before she arched her neck to catch the grape Quinn just threw.
"I'm sorry…but how did put up with him?"
"How did you put up with Sam?" Rachel screeched. Quinn laughed again as she shrugged.
"Honestly…he wasn't as self-righteous as Finn."
Rachel nodded empathically before she caught another grape. "And the Puckster?" Quinn laughed as she looked up at Rachel; the blonde's perspective showing an upside-down diva, beaming proudly.
"Mucho alcohol." Quinn grinned as she popped a grape in her mouth. "You?"
Rachel giggled a little before she started full-on laughing. "I really just wanted a badboy chapter for my memoires." Quinn slapped the diva's thigh as she gasped.
"Rachel Berry, that is terrible."
"What do you miss about glee club?" Quinn hummed a little as she thought. It didn't take long to come up with an answer, she just wasn't sure if she wanted to share it or not.
"Watching you sing." She eventually whispered as she smiled softly. Rachel bit her lip as she stared down at the blonde, the air around them thickening.
"You watch me sing all the time." Rachel said back.
"Yeah…but it's different. You were all angsty and passionate about things. It was fun to watch." Quinn answered with a smile.
"I was not angsty!" Rachel scoffed indignantly.
"Oh you so were, Berry!"
"Fine, whatever." Rachel replied with a playful eye roll.
"How about you, what do you miss?" Rachel grinned easily as she lolled her head back against the couch.
"Beating everyone out for a solo." She said wistfully. Quinn chuckled as she slapped Rachel's thigh again.
"You're terrible. Truly a terrible person!"Quinn stated with a smile.
"Yeah, but you love me." Rachel's laughter immediately died away as the two girls just somberly stared at one another. It had been such a fun day for the two. They had talked about subjects long forgotten but important nonetheless, but now they were skating on such thin ice, they could practically hear it cracking around them.
Quinn wanted nothing more than to say yes, or at least nod her consent. To push down on Rachel's neck until the diva's lips were on hers. Anything, something to show Rachel that she did love her. But Rachel broke eye contact and quickly got off the couch.
"We really should start planning this engagement party." She chuckled nervously as she pushed a dark curl behind her ear. Quinn sucked on her teeth as she slowly sat up on the couch. Suddenly angry Quinn wanted to be tagged into the ring.
"We wouldn't have to plan at all if you would have just done everything Monday." She snapped.
Rachel whirled around, hands on her hips, and looked at Quinn with a frown. "I'm sorry that I was more concerned with the play, Quinn, but there is work to be done! Instead of decorating for Christmas, you could have planned it!"
Quinn jumped off the couch and cocked her hip as she crossed her arms over her chest. "So my religion isn't important to you?"
Rachel advanced on the blonde as her jaw tightened. "I never said that, Quinn Fabray! I just hardly feel it is necessary to put down my work ethic! I was merely pointing out that it isn't fair to place blame when you've had free time just as I have had and neither one of us has made use of it!"
Quinn quickly tried to find a clever retort. "I can't believe you think I'd put down your work ethic! You must think that I'm an awful person!" Well…she tried, anyway.
"How could you even say that?" Rachel yelled back as she threw her arms up in the air.
"Is this because I haven't made you breakfast, because if that's it, Rachel, I'd be more than happy to make whatever the hell you want!"
"Oh just shut up, Quinn!" Rachel mumbled back as she crossed her arms over her heaving chest, not daring to look at Quinn's crackling hazel eyes.
"Shut up? Did you just tell me to shut up?" The blonde asked as she moved closer to the diva.
"I don't care that you don't cook for me! I don't care that you don't clean! I don't care if you celebrate Christmas! Hell, you could slaughter a cow in front of me and eat it bloody for all I gave a hoot!" Rachel screamed as she poked Quinn's chest, her dark eyes narrowed as she stood on tiptoes to gain height for leverage.
"You are the most infuriating person I've ever met, Rachel Berry, and I'd watch what I say if I were you, because I have half a mind to find the nearest farm!" Quinn yelled back, her voice nearly raw from exertion.
"By allll means, Quinn, Do. It!" Rachel whispered menacingly, their eyes locked, their noses almost touching.
"For Christmas," Quinn whispered as her eyes bore into Rachel's. "I'm buying you leather pants and a gift card to McDonalds." The blonde hissed.
"That's juuuuust fine." Rachel seethed as she licked her lips at the sight of Quinn's panting. "Because I have big plans to send Christmas cards to Finn Hudson, Noah Puckerman, and Sam Evans all with a lovely message from you within, stating your undying love and obsession for each one of them! Huge plans!"
"Like I give a shit." Quinn breathed out as her eyes danced over the diva's face, soaking in the arousal she saw reflected back.
"And Santana Lopez." Rachel whispered back triumphantly.
Quinn gasped before her eyes narrowed to slits. "You wouldn't."
"Oh, but I would." Rachel growled, her bottom lip almost touching Quinn's as her heart pounded and her body shook. Quinn wasn't fairing much better. She was very aware that she was seconds away from jumping Rachel.
"Um…should I come back?" Both girls spun around to find Jeremy standing there, a few Christmas cookies in his hands and mouth, as he stood wide-eyed and slightly scared.
"NO!"
"YES!" They both screamed at the same time.
Not long after that, both girls apologized to Jeremy. As the boy ate half of the Christmas cookies, the girls sat down and calmly planned the party, very aware that they had a witness watching over them—they couldn't kill or kiss while Jeremy sat there.
Friday morning was another matter all together.
Rachel had gotten up extra early to make Quinn breakfast—well…she heated up a muffin, poured a glass of juice, and delivered it to the sleeping blonde. Quinn was woken up to Rachel singing I'm Getting Nuttin for Christmas, a sheepish smile, and a matching hat, gloves, and scarf set under the tree. Jesse, Lydia, and Jeremy were invited—both girls wanted things to remain friendly between them, it was an unspoken agreement—and the five ate, watched movies, and sang Christmas songs—okay…Rachel and Jesse sang.
It had been a tumultuous few days that culminated with both girls desperate to cut the tension. It was exhausting not to show their affection and it was a relief to be so couple-ly around their friends. Quinn needed it. She had been looking forward to the party all week. She hated snapping at the diva. She hated not preparing her meals and taking care of her. The party was a great excuse.
Rachel, however, saw the party as a reprieve. She had a plan that would go into effect and the engagement party was her last night to truly enjoy Quinn. To revel in the blonde's kisses and touches and let herself make-believe that they were genuine. Because come the next day, Operation Double-Check to See if Quinn Fabray Really Wants to be Tied to Me Forever, would start.
But for the night, the diva would drop her guard and just be in love. That, and she'd get really drunk.
As the few dozen guests mingled around the apartment, talking, singing, dancing, and enjoying Quinn's cooking, Rachel Berry stood alone as she watched her fiancé bustle about.
Look at her…She's…radiant!
Mesmerizing, truly.
Her smiles are like clouds of realizations that rain adoration wherever she goes!
We'd gladly bask in her, sans umbrella!
We'd walk barefoot through the streets of New York City, spinning around street lamps as we soaked in her essence!
Oh! We need more wine!
"Quiiinnn?" Rachel Berry stood atop the living room couch as the party around her danced and drank. The blonde was currently in the middle of a conversation with a group of Rachel's school friends. Charming them, no doubt! Rachel thought with a lopsided grin as she held her wine glass aloft and called out over the music. "Quinnie, sweetheart!"
The diva watched as Henry nudged Quinn and nodded towards Rachel with a chuckle. The blonde spun around and lurched forward as she saw Rachel sway precariously on top of the couch. "I got you." Quinn laughed as she held Rachel upright and guided her off the sofa.
"Yes you do." Rachel giggled as she tapped Quinn's nose, getting the blonde to smile.
"You're about to ask me for more wine, aren't you?"
"I am, indeed." Rachel nodded firmly. "But first!" The diva wiggled out of the blonde embrace and moved over to the iPod deck and paused the music. "Everyone! Everyone! Can I pleasssse have your unwavering attention momentarily while I make a very important announcement."
"Okay, Rach." Quinn chuckled awkwardly as she tried to pull Rachel towards the bathroom to get the diva cleaned up; having a Rachel Berry drunken announcement was sure to be cringe-worthy and highly inappropriate, not to mention telling. It could span anywhere from, "Quinn and I are faking it," to "I have yet to have sex with Quinn and I'm dying to, so you all need to leave." And while Quinn would love to hear the latter, she knew that it was best that Rachel not announce that in front of all of their friends.
"But, Quinn! I have something very important to say." Rachel whispered to the blonde before she turned to the room at large. "Everyone!" Their guests were smiling as they waited for what Rachel would say next. Well…Lydia and Jesse were smirking their excitement because they were both certain that it would be cringe-worthy and inappropriate in the best way possible. "I just wanted to thank you all for coming this evening to celebrate me and my fiancé's happiness." Everyone awwwed and Quinn's face flushed; she was positive that Rachel was just about to get to the awkward part. "And also my grand success." The room chuckled at Rachel's ego.
"Baby, I think it's time to put the music back on before you say something you don't want to say." Quinn whispered in Rachel's ear. No one could hear what the blonde said, so it wasn't necessary for Quinn to use the term of endearment, but she figured that Rachel was drunk enough to let it go and, after all, she could always pass it off as habit.
She had done that a lot the past week. Everything was a habit to Quinn; it was like she was a junky. When Rachel would appear confused or obviously caught off-guard by the blonde's over affectionate behavior, Quinn would pass it off as planning for the future. Using terms of endearment and holding hands was practice for when they were in the media. Constant vigilance and all that. If they weren't use to being that way with each other in private, they'd forget to be that way in public and people would catch on.
Rachel congratulated Quinn on her smart thinking and happily went along. Of course, the media would never be around to catch Rachel and Quinn spooning at night in bed, but obviously, neither girl objected to doing so. What started out as a "habit," was now just common practice to "prepare for the future." So they kissed each other goodbye at the door or hello when they saw one another. Just a peck. But for Rachel and Quinn, it was better than nothing. Especially since they had been fighting like cats and dogs all week.
"I'm not going to say anything to embarrass you, Quinn." Rachel chided as she turned back to her laughing audience. "Quinn's worried I'll say something embarrassing." She told the room with a playful roll of her eyes. Everyone laughed again and the blonde covered her reddening face; she hated attention.
"I wouldn't dream of saying anything to upset you, sweetie. Like…that you have a luscious rear end or you absolutely go weak in the knees when I suck on your tongue."
"Oh my, God." Quinn mumbled in embarrassment as the room exploded in to laughter. Rachel looked mighty pleased with herself. "Come on, Rach." Quinn keyed up the music to prevent the diva from saying anything more and tugged on Rachel's hand as she steered her towards the bathroom.
"Thank you all for coming!" The diva called out as Quinn dragged her away.
Rachel was still giggling as Quinn shut the bathroom door and then promptly pouted up at the frowning blonde. "You're not cross with me, are you? I was just being facetious."
Quinn rolled her eyes at the diva and leaned her up against the sink as she used some tissues to wipe away Rachel's smeared make up. "Just hold still." Quinn whispered as she ran the tissue underneath the diva's eyes.
Rachel looked up at Quinn as her chest heaved. She's so good to us.
I hate that we've been fighting all week.
She looks so pretty. I love when her hair is down and flowing.
And how her eyebrows are all smooshed together like that when she's concentrating really hard.
Sigh…and her lips.
Oh, God her lips.
All week long all I've wanted to do while we fought was attack those lips!
"You know…" Rachel breathed out quietly. They were so close. Quinn's body was practically up against the diva's. This was the first time in a long time they had been that close and not fighting or sleeping "Everyone probably thinks that we are in here doing quite scandalous things to one another." Rachel stated as casually as possible.
Quinn's hazel eyes latched on to Rachel's as her eyebrow quirked. The diva's wide, vulnerable eyes gazed back at Quinn's with so much desire that all the blonde could do was swallow thickly as she nodded. "Probably." Quinn breathed out.
"It would almost be…expected." Rachel murmured as she stared at the blonde's lips. Quinn caught on quickly.
"If we were to go out there right away, it would seem…suspicious." Quinn mumbled as her gaze dropped to Rachel's parted lips. The diva nodded back silently. "Maybe we should…to keep up appearances…stay in here a little longer?" Quinn whispered as her body inched closer to Rachel's.
"Perhaps we should." Rachel mumbled back as Quinn placed her hands on either side of the diva on top of the bathroom sink. "Although…"
"Although, what?" Quinn quickly asked in a puff of air, not at all liking the idea of being even a centimeter away from Rachel. If she couldn't show the brunette just how much she wanted her, physically, she'd settle for just being close to her.
Rachel chose her words carefully as the sounds of conversations and music filtered through the cracks of the bathroom door. They stood a breath away from one another in an intimate bubble and couldn't be broken. "Just leaving the bathroom together isn't enough." Rachel whispered as her hips arched away from the sink to be closer to Quinn. In the back of her mind, Rachel knew that she was being overly forward. But she was drunk. And she had been watching Quinn all night. When she wasn't watching the blonde, they were pretending to be couple-y. Each peck, each touch, each pronouncement of love made Rachel desperate for more. It could be her last chance to be that close once the operation took effect. She had to go for it. She had wanted to so badly all week.
"What do you mean?" Quinn breathed out, almost moaning at the feel of Rachel's lower half against hers.
"We'll look no different than when we came in here. But if…"
"But what?" Quinn asked softly as her palms scooted on top of the sink to move nearer to Rachel's body.
"But if our lips are slightly bruised…if we look as though we had just been…kissing…perhaps it will make it all that more believable."
"Yeah." Quinn sighed as she moved even closer to Rachel. "If our clothes and hair are slightly disheveled, that will convince them."
"Absolutely." Rachel mumbled as she arched her neck to move her lips closer to Quinn's. "A good healthy make out session will show them that we are, in fact, doing scandalous things in here."
"I don't think we were very convincing tonight," Quinn mumbled against Rachel's lips. "I'm sure there are a lot of people out there who don't really believe we're together."
There weren't.
"I wholly agree." Rachel breathed out as her hands slid to Quinn's waist and their noses brushed.
"We'll show them."
"Absurd that they call us into question."
"Ridiculous. You are the best actress and I'm a fantastic liar." Quinn whispered as her lower lip slid against Rachel's and her palms ran up the diva's sides until she was cupping Rachel's face softly.
"We'll just have to step up our game somewhat."
"Make out for a little."
"Dance together when we are through."
"Kiss while we dance."
"Suggestively."
"I should give you a hickey."
"I should return the favor."
"You should run your fingers through my hair while we make out to make it look disheveled."
"You should cling to my dress to slightly ruffle it."
"Maybe a few buttons should be undone."
"As though in our hazy lust-filled make out session, we were too distracted to button them."
"Attention to detail is important."
"I concur fully." Both girls held back their loud moans as they finally kissed, not willing to show just how much they were enjoying themselves. Rachel gripped at Quinn's waist tightly as the blonde's fingers brushed away Rachel's dark hair and ran her hands down the diva's neck and shoulders.
"Maybe we should be vocal." Rachel got out just before Quinn's lips crashed upon hers once more. This time, Rachel moaned. Her moan had been so loud and the tightness in her stomach so strong that she was absolutely sure she wouldn't be able to hold back another groan of pleasure once she felt Quinn's tongue slide against her own.
"Great idea." Quinn released a completely real moan as Rachel's tongue dove into her mouth. She also knew that holding back her intense desire would be problematic. Her moans were deafening and as she felt Rachel's hands drop a fraction of an inch closer to her ass, the realization that they were only going to get louder had her easily agreeing. Besides, no one would hear them over the music.
"I must warn you, I'm a method actor." Rachel mumbled before she sucked on Quinn's tongue and scratch at the material of Quinn's dress.
"I know your process. Do what you must." Quinn rushed out as she held Rachel's cheeks with her palms as chased the diva's tongue with her own.
Quinn pinned Rachel's body against the sink as she fought to remain standing. Her flushed body rippled with arousal from the heat wafting off of the diva. She was so incredibly wet. All week her panties had been soaked with each encounter with the diva. Each fight was a little more intense. Each touch was a hint too intimate. All week it had been leading to this and Quinn wasn't at all surprised that her body was reacting almost instantaneously.
"Unbutton the back of my dress and run your hands over my skin." Rachel moaned as Quinn's lips worked on that promised hickey. The blonde released a breathy whimper as her fingers hurriedly undid the buttons, loving that Rachel was telling her what to do. "It will be more convincing because you're…oh, God, actually doing it." Rachel's breath hitched as she felt Quinn's hands on her naked back.
"You should probably squeeze my ass, then…you know…to make it real." Quinn mumbled, her husky voice almost coarse, as her lips brushed against Rachel's neck before she licked the skin and began sucking once more. Rachel's hands fisted Quinn's dress at the thought and her eyes slammed shut as her heart raced. She swallowed down the slew of vulgar language that came to mind and took one deep breath before she slid her hands lower until her palms were full of Quinn's ass.
"I did mention earlier that you had a luscious rear end." Rachel panted as Quinn's mouth kissed along the diva's collarbone and her hands worked on undoing more buttons until Rachel's back was completely exposed.
"I remember." Quinn quivered out as Rachel's hands cupped her ass. "I think…" The blonde let out a breathy moan and subtly rocked her hips against Rachel's. "I think I mentioned one…shit, time…to, um…someone, that I really liked your legs." Rachel felt lightheaded and dizzy as Quinn's hands danced down her sides and to her ass until she was picking Rachel up and placing her on the edge of the sink.
"Quinn." Rachel released in a surprised gasp that barely made any sound; her fingers instantly threading through blonde hair as Quinn's hands ran up the diva's legs until Rachel's dress was hitched high up on her thighs. Quinn didn't know whether or not this was Rachel giving in, finally admitting her feelings, but she wouldn't miss her opportunity.
Rachel's hand directed Quinn's chin towards her mouth and both girls were moaning again as they kissed deeply.
And outside the bathroom…
Leaning against the kitchen table, Jesse, Lydia, and Jeremy stood staring at the bathroom door with furrowed brows. "I think you both owe me fifty bucks." Jeremy mumbled. "This wild mushroom crostini is magnificent. I need to get the recipe from Quinn."
"There's no way they're…they're just…they're not doing anything." Jesse muttered.
"I don't owe you anything. I said they wouldn't make it a month." Lydia stated, three sets of eyes still on the door as the party carried on around them.
"They can't actually be doing stuff in there." Jesse reiterated.
"Rachel's drunk." Jeremy commented with a shrug.
"But Quinn's not. She's sworn off alcohol since that night in the bar." Lydia replied dryly.
"It doesn't matter if Quinn's sober, it's Rachel that's stopping more from happening." Jesse huffed as his crossed his arms. "If they are doing anything at all in there, it's for show. They haven't admitted to anything."
"But the bet was that they'd throw down." Jeremy smirked.
"Actually throw down." Jesse corrected. "We'll find out from Quinn if what they are in fact doing is real, and only then will you get your drug money, Sheen." Jesse said with a roll of his eyes. "I'm knocking." Lydia nodded as she watched Jesse approach the door.
"No!" Jeremy tried to get out around the mushroom crostini.
Inside the bathroom…
"Oh, God." Quinn moaned softly as her eyes trailed down to the front of Rachel's dress where it gaped. She could clearly see Rachel's breasts and her body flamed at the sight. Rachel was praying as well, but for a different reason. Quinn's hands were high on the diva's thighs and she was ready to beg for the blonde to continue onward and upward. She weighed just how far she could take their ruse—could Rachel really tell Quinn to fuck her brains out in a fake attempt to convince their guests that they were actually together? No. Could she throw caution to the wind and plead with the blonde to take her because she was drunk and horny? Probably not. Could she beseech the love of her life to make love to her because she was desperate for her? Absolutely not! But what she could do was enjoy what they were doing while it lasted.
Quinn's forehead was resting on Rachel's shoulder, her eyes staring down the neckline of Rachel's dress, while Rachel sunk her teeth into the blonde's skin when it happened. Two loud knocks sounded and the girls jerked away from one another as they traded panicked looks.
"Just a minute!"
"Be with you in a moment!"
"Just powdering our noses!"
"Be right there!" They both yelled as Rachel slid off the sink and began fixing her hair. "Oh my, God, what should we do? What should we do?" The diva whispered to Quinn in horror as she spun around for the blonde to button up her dress.
Quinn was quickly fixing her own hair while she tried to wipe away Rachel's lipstick off. Rachel was furiously smoothing down her dress and Quinn's at the same time. "Just act naturally it's-" Suddenly Quinn's arms fell to her sides before she turned to Rachel. "What are we doing?"
Rachel's eyebrows knitted as she looked back up at Quinn. Both girls were still very flushed and the lust-glaze still prevalent in their dark eyes. "What do you mean?" Quinn chuckled as she shook her head in amusement.
"We're acting like we just got caught by our parents. But, Rach, this is our engagement party and we're in here hoping someone thinks were doing scandalous things in here. What's the big deal?"
Rachel plopped down onto the toilet seat and breathed out a sigh of relief. She had no idea why she just acted as though she got her hand caught in the cookie jar. "Of course." The diva mumbled with a laugh. She smiled as she covered her face with her palm before dropping it to look up at the blonde. Their eyes met and they both laughed at their own reactions. "We're ridiculous." Rachel said with a smile.
"You're face was priceless." Quinn mocked as she turned towards the door.
"What are you doing?"
"Buying us more time." Quinn answered back with a smirk. Quinn opened the door to come face to face with a very angry Jesse St. James. "What do you want?" Quinn huffed.
"What are you two doing?" He asked, his arms folded. Just over his shoulder, Quinn could see Lydia and Jeremy also staring at her. Everyone else was blissfully unaware of the conversation.
"Jesse!" Quinn hissed as she tried to communicate with her eyes for the boy to fuck off.
Jesse huffed as he tried to see passed the blonde. "Are you two doing what I think you're doing?" He asked with a frown.
"Yes!" Quinn hissed before she rolled her eyes. "Well…no," She acquisitioned. "Sort of." She finally settled on. Jesse smiled brightly, aware that what Quinn was really saying was that they hadn't admitted to anything.
"Exquisite. Carry on." Jesse said before he turned away from the door.
"Ugh, you're gross." Quinn mumbled before she shut the door. Rachel's head was still ducked as she fidgeted with her fingers and chewed on her lip. She really wanted to go back to kissing Quinn. She'd use whatever excuse in the book to do so.
"Who was it?" Rachel whispered with a playful grin.
"Your lovely ex-boyfriend." Quinn grunted and rolled her eyes again.
Rachel squeaked as the blonde settled down onto her lap and flung her arms around the diva's neck. "I think we have a ten minute window so we better make it good." Quinn breathed out in a rush before she brought her lips to Rachel's again.
"Please don't call him that." Rachel mumbled against Quinn's lips before she sucked on the blonde's tongue.
"Hmm?" Quinn asked as she fisted Rachel's hair.
"Jesse. Don't call him my ex-boyfriend." Rachel whimpered as Quinn's teeth slid against her lower lip.
"Stop…talking…bout…him." Quinn breathed out before she slid her tongue deeply into Rachel's mouth, garnering a moan from the diva.
"Sitting down," Rachel moaned. "Is so much better." Quinn nodded silently, her mouth slightly open, as the diva began kissing her neck again.
Outside the bathroom…
"Wipe the grins off your faces," Jesse said as he strolled up to Lydia and Jeremy. "They're just keeping up appearances like I thought."
"Aw, man!"
"Fucking bullshit."
"The bet continues." Jesse smirked as he finished off the rest of his wine.
"Hey, guys. Where's Quinn and Rachel?" Matt asked with a smile as he approached the trio.
"Getting' down and dirty in the bathroom." Jeremy grinned. Matt's smile faltered.
"Um…cool."
Inside the bathroom…
God, I could do this forever!
What are the chances no one will need to use the bathroom for the rest of the party?
Do you think we could get away with staying in here the whole night?
Rachel doesn't seem to be in a rush to leave.
Is it wrong that she's drunk and we're kind of taking advantage?
We go through this every time! She loves us! She wants this! She's just an idiot who can't admit her feelings! Just…just shut up and kiss the hot girl!
…Well…I, um…I have to say…
What?
I really like doing this!
I know, making out with your pretend fiancé is so much more fun when you're actually aware of your undying love and comfortable with your newly realized sexuality!
OH, I know! But I actually meant the sneaking around thing. It's almost like…role-playing.
Right! Coming up with excuses to make out. Hot! Super hot!
Jesus, her moans are ridiculously sexy.
Mmmm, I think she's going to grab our ass again.
I'm thiiis close to losing it.
If she sucks on our tongue one more time, and moans while doing it, I'm pretty sure all hope is lost.
I'm seriously considering just picking a fight to crank things up a notch.
I was just thinking that!
No way?
Totally! Oohhhh, Jesus, Rachel Berry is the best kisser ever!
"I should probably make your hickey bigger." Rachel mumbled breathlessly before she quickly ducked her head to pale flesh.
"Great I- I- dea." Quinn whimpered as Rachel nibbled on her earlobe before sucking on her neck.
I've said it before and I'll say it again, we are going to hell.
Quinn seems perfectly fine with this plan.
This is the flimsiest excuse we've ever come up with to make out with someone. And that's saying something.
Quinn Fabray is sitting on her lap. I honestly don't give a horse's ass about the excuse!
Okay…you're allowed to enjoy it—
Like you're not.
You're allowed to enjoy it, but come tomorrow the plan is in effect.
Yes, the plan the plan the plan, I know allll about the stupid plan, I came up with it!
Do you think we can come up with an excuse to get her to run her hands up our legs again?
See, I knew you were enjoying yourself!
Does a tiny part of you want to start a fight with her just so things can get even more passionate?
Yes, but I honestly don't think my body could handle seeing Quinn angry; as it is, my body is ready to combust.
Just got a great idea!
God, I love when she rakes her fingers through our hair!
Pay attention!
What? I'm a little busy here!
New Years Eve, we should totally make plans with Jen and her new boyfriend!
Brilliant! That way we can act couple-ly!
I'm the smartest!
Absolutely!
Um…Rachel?
Hmmmm, God that feels amazing! What the hell do you want?
Is…um…do you feel like…um…
What?
Are you aware that you're about one more hip-rock away from orgasm?
Shit!
Rachel ripped her lips away from Quinn's and stood up so suddenly that the blonde fell right on her ass on the bathroom floor. Both girls were gasping for air and Rachel dragged her shaking hand through her hair to try and calm herself.
Quinn was blinking so rapidly as she tried to keep it together, she wasn't even fully aware of what just occurred. One minute, Rachel's body was trembling uncontrollably and the next, she was flat on her ass.
"Quinn, God! Are you okay?" Rachel finally got out once she was sure that the throbbing between her legs had bated slightly. The blonde's dark hazel eyes stared back up at her as though she couldn't really see the diva.
"Um…" Quinn shook her head as she scrubbed her face. "Yeaaaah." She finally said and winced as she peeled herself off the bathroom floor. "Are you okay?" Rachel's eyes were damn near black and Quinn had never seen her pupils so blown.
"Hmmmhmm." Rachel replied as she scurried away from the blonde, not making eye contact, as she tried her best to fix her wild hair in the mirror.
I can't believe that almost happened!
Almost? It's still ready to happen!
No more wine tonight!
No more kissing either!
How humiliating!
We almost had an orgasm while Quinn Fabray straddled us!
Please don't say orgasm, Quinn Fabray, and straddled all in one sentence, I'm ready to crumble into a Rachel puddle!
"Perhaps we should go join our party. It's one thing to be slightly scandalous and quite another to be indecent…not to mention rude." Rachel laughed as she tried to act as natural as possible, still not meeting the blonde's eye. Her voice was husky and trembling and if she had to be in that bathroom for one more minute, alone, with Quinn, when the blonde smelled so irresistible, she knew for sure all her resolve would break away.
"That's true." Quinn admitted. She bit her lip nervously as she fixed her appearance. It hadn't occurred to the blonde before that moment what would happen once they left the bathroom. She was almost positive that everyone would think the worst. She blushed at the thought. And then silently moaned at the thought of what everyone would consider "the worst."
"Quinn?" The blonde jumped slightly, too caught up in her wonderful visions, and looked at the concerned diva. "Are you ready?" But Rachel didn't wait for an answer. The look on Quinn's face almost unraveled her. So she just ripped the door open and strode out into the crowded apartment.
"Sorry, Quinn was feeling ill. Vomiting her heart out, bless her." Rachel announced to the room before she headed over to the wine, not caring at all that she had just promised herself not to drink any more.
The blonde gawked at diva and covered her blushing face as she rolled her eyes. "Thanks a lot Rach." Quinn mumbled as a few party guests asked her if she was okay. Was she okay? No. She was so turned on that she was hoping for a moment to duck into the bedroom to change her underwear. Because, and she couldn't be completely sure, but Quinn was almost positive that Rachel nearly had an orgasm, if the way the diva's body had shook as her moans and whimpers fell quickly and quietly from her lips was any indication.
And right there and then, while Rachel tossed back a glass of wine and fake laughed with her guests as she tried to swallow down her intense arousal, Quinn made a plan of her own. It wasn't as complicated at Rachel's. No, it was quite simple: Make Rachel Berry Come. She would throw a dinner party every night. She'd have Rachel's friends over all the time. Quinn didn't care what she'd have to do. But she'd find ways to repeat their bathroom performance. As often as possible.
X
Quinn jerked awake suddenly and blinked several times before she opened her eyes; unsure of what had woken her. She turned slightly and looked over her shoulder and came face to face with a snoring Rachel. The diva's arms were tightly around Quinn's waist and her body was completely on the blonde's side of the bed. Nothing new there.
Beside her, her cell phone lit up and Quinn understood as it shook and rattled on the bedside dresser. "What the-" It was a little after one in the morning. Quinn grabbed her cell and stared down at the caller I.D., completely baffled as to why Matt was calling her. "Hello?" Quinn asked softly, not wanting to wake Rachel.
"Quinn? We did it! We freaking did it! Both of us. Or, I should say, all of us! We did it! I can't believe it! Why weren't you picking up; I called, like, a million times? It doesn't matter, we're all going crazy right now! You both have to come down to the pub to celebrate! Can you believe it? I'm going nuts! Sundance! Freaking Sundance, Quinn! Put Rachel on! Get your butts down here! We gotta celebrate! You'll never guess what they're saying about Rachel! Sundance, Quinn! Sundance!"
A pale palm covered Quinn's face as she swore silently. Matt was still gabbing in her ear with the sounds of cheering and yelling in the background, but the blonde didn't hear a thing. "We'll be right there." She eventually said just to get him off the phone. She hung up and took a deep breath before she placed her cell back on the bedside table and turned in Rachel's arms.
"Baby?" Quinn whispered as her eyes welled with tears. "Rach?" She tried again with a breathy chuckle. Rachel groaned softly in protest but Quinn ignored the diva as she slipped her leg in between Rachel's and wrapped her arm around the girl's slim waist. "Wake up, superstar." Quinn whispered in Rachel's ear before kissing the lobe, unable to stop herself.
Slowly, Rachel's eyes fluttered opened only to see Quinn's smiling back at her as tears streamed down her pale cheeks. "Quinn?" Rachel asked in confusion. "What's wrong? What happened?"
Quinn giggled and leaned forward to press her lips to Rachel's several times. The diva was positive she was still dreaming. "We did it." Was all the blonde said as she laughed some more against Rachel's lips before she pecked them a few times. "We did it!" Quinn suddenly cheered loudly before scooping up Rachel in her arms until they were both sitting. She buried her face into a surprised Rachel's neck as she continued to laugh and cry.
Rachel wasn't sure what Quinn was talking about, so she just rubbing soothing circles on the blonde's back. "We have to get ready!" Quinn finally gasped before pulling away and hopping out of bed. The tired diva watched at Quinn yanked clothes from the closet racks and tossed them onto the bed. "Get dressed!" Quinn giggled before moving towards her dresser. She tugged her t-shirt over her head before she dropped her shorts. Rachel was positive she was still dreaming.
"Berry! Get your ass in gear!" Quinn scolded with a smile as she dragged her white linen Capris up quickly.
"Quinn…" Rachel finally mumbled, her eyes busy racing over the blonde's naked back. "What the Helen of Troy are you talking about?" If she wasn't completely positive before, she was now; she was definitely dreaming. How else could you explain Quinn Fabray, naked from the waist up, flinging herself on top of Rachel if it wasn't a dream?
"Guess what you did." Quinn whispered as she laughed and hovered over Rachel's body. The diva gulped as she stared up at playful eyes, her body on fire with Quinn's position, closeness, and naked chest.
"Got really lucky?" Rachel asked in a breathy whisper, her tone hinting at hopeful.
"You most certainly did, Berry. You got really freaking lucky. Because, you are not only in one movie that got into Sundance, but two!" Rachel scoffed as her eyes slammed shut.
"God damn it!" Rachel cursed as her head flopped back down on her pillow. Quinn's eyebrows knitted.
"I thought you'd be a little happier." The blonde muttered with an amused smile, really liking the idea of being half-naked on top of Rachel. But the diva didn't seem at all pleased in that moment. Instead, she grumbled quietly.
"Now I just know I'm dreaming." Rachel breathed out. Quinn laughed all the way to the bar, at war with no one, and just happy to be with Rachel.